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I’m just sad. Why isn’t that okay? With others or even myself?

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I wrap myself up in being busy like clothes. Being alone is a nightmare, like hiding under a blanket in the dark. I make myself do things because if I don’t I start to think. Day time is quiet. The voices in my head not screaming so loud. But the moment I’m alone my mind starts to race like a car on a track. My brain is making decisions my heart doesn’t know if it can live with. I feel torn into shreds by my own self existence. Over my 20 years of life I have skillfully learned to hide away all the things that are wrong with me. I see the looks I get when someone hears even a sliver of the things I have dealt with. The pity and the shame thrust upon me like knives in my skin. Yet every day I can plaster my face with a smile. “Pay no attention to that girl behind the curtain.”

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people don’t understand that your parents can love you and want the best for you and still be absent from supporting you mentally and emotionally 

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im so carefree but in like a depressing way

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Look at the headline tho…

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Watch: Anti-racism activist Tim Wise traces the historical context of Donald Trump’s use of race

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my friends: what's up

me: I can't stop thinking about how birds don't remember a time before roads. Like, birds have no written history or oral tradition. As far as any bird is concerned, This is how the world has Always been and they're just tryin' to make it like the rest of us. They just keep on keepin' on. Birds have no idea there used to be so much more for them. So much forest and food abundant, so they just live in this era the best they can without the burdensome knowledge of the life they could have lived and I find that both fortunate and sad.

my friends: Why Are You Like This.

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one screw to make, one screw up to take